Swamp Like Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

SPLASH! A disgusting, squishy sound, the car jerks, then stops. Heavy silence settles, we both freeze, breathing hard. “Did we just—” “Yes.” Another pause, still way too close. I blinked and looked around. “…Are we in a swamp?” He looks out, then back at me. “…Marsh.” “THIS IS NOT BETTER!” I push slightly off him, trying to sit up, only to hear a wet squelch sound. I froze, fear settling in now.

I stride across the lawn, doing my best not to look over my shoulder toward the back of the garage. At the edge of the swamp, I pause, suddenly doubting my plan. It’s muddy. Like, really muddy. The treacherous ground gives the impression that the stagnant pools of water are much deeper than they appear. The smell of the mire is so thick in the soupy air that I can practically taste it. As I linger, the gnarled branches of the cypress trees beckon to me with twisted fingers, the leaves whispering amongst themselves. Swallowing back my trepidation, I take a step into the swamp.

The man closed the doors, got back into the van and drove away with a speed. "Help! Somebody help me!" I screamed the last scream in my body. I collapsed on the wet, muddy, smelly ground and began to cry again. I had no idea where I was, no idea where to go. The swamp looked like something out of a horror movie. Weird noises came from the distance and it was getting darker quickly. I was left for dead out in this mosquito infested swamp by the woman who supposed to be my soon-to-be mother-in-law.

Cassie's POV The Whispering Swamp was a put of peaceful excellence, where the water's surface gleamed like fluid silver beneath the delicate caress of willow trees. It was possessed by the Swamp Whisperers, ethereal creatures with the capacity to communicate with the greenery and fauna of their domain. "These swamps hold the privileged insights of quietness," one of the Swamp Whisperers said, their voice a delicate mumble that mixed with the stirring of the takes off. "We accept that by tuning in to the whispers of nature, able to discover agreement inside ourselves."

What have I gotten myself into? A light wind blew in my direction, bringing with it the putrid scent of the rogues. It was a swampy, marshy scent that wasn’t appealing in the least. But mixed with the scent of the rogues, was a far fainter scent that I had to sniff harder to catch. And it was a very familiar scent. Clay!

he said tightly. “You’re one to talk,” Junie shot back. “Let’s go.” The trio pressed forward. Around them, the swamp seemed alive with motion. Pale figures slipped in and out of the murk, their limbs too long, their mouths distended and filled with needle-like teeth. One surged from the floodwater, jaws snapping.

I looked up, ready to fight whatever had dropped me here. The growl died in my throat. This was not my forest. The air was thick, humid, and smelled faintly of rot and stagnant water. I stood in a swampy morass. Around me, ancient, skeletal trees clawed at a sky that was neither day nor night, but a bruised, hazy gray. Ruins of colossal stone structures jutted from the muck, covered in weeping moss. The only light came from strange, bulbous mushrooms that glowed with sickly blue and yellow neon, casting long, shivering shadows. A shallow river of sludge wound through the alien landscape, reflecting the eerie light.

Despite the shield protecting him from the muck, the odor was overwhelming, and Adrian had to endure it while sifting through the swamp. After searching through the top ten meters of the swamp, Adrian started searching the marsh’s deeper depths. The space below was vast, and he had yet to find any sign of Soulnascent Fruits. He continued to dig deeper, like a mudfish navigating through the muck. Apart from the nauseating smell of decay, he discovered something intriguing.

We completed walking across the flat verdure terrain and was now treading across a deep brown brackish swamp area surrounded by bald cypress and willow trees. My feet are soaked up to my knees. Papyrus and cattail bushes as tall as our heads slapped against our skin as we pleated our path across the waterlogged ground. Even though I'm a warrior, I could have done without the stinky rotten egg stench that stuck up my nose from the swamp. The rogues around me briskly go through it as though they were used to it. Approximately three miles of the journey, the swamp waters got deeper. I mumbled curses that caused the rogues beside me to snicker. Only my mate kept me on good behavior. Otherwise, I

for now. ****************** Kirou was currently nearing the outer edges of the swampland. Unlike when he first entered the swamp and killed all monsters that crossed his path, Kirou was doing his best to avoid combat whenever he met a monster he couldn't kill in a few hits. This was even more so when he ran into groups of monsters such as the giant poison frogs, swamp crocodile, and the swampland salamanders. Besides fighting, he also made it a point to collect any herbs he found interesting along the way. There were many herbs to be found in the swampland but only a select few caught Kirou's notice.